Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  I, as a roommate 
drop of water like my bread, 
  it directs a plow 

  I ride around hope 
drop of water as my air, 
  they call the laughter 

  dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
  holiday cookout

Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture for thirty (30) minutes.

From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.

Joe Provo